Coal
When buried deep in Mother Earth, the high pressure transforms black coal into clear diamonds; a diamond in the rough.
I am black as night but filled with light. I can be seen, even through a screen. I hold many secrets, waiting for them to be discovered. What am I?
Black I am and much admired, Men seek me until they tired. When they find me, they break my head, And take from me my resting bed. What am I?